I think the San Diego-based band Pinback is highly under buzzed and underrated. Their compositions are brimming with pleasantly tangled melodies and well-written lyrics.
The core of the band are singer-songwriters Armistead Burwell Smith IV and Rob Crow. Smith once described his music as “…pretty with an edge? I don't necessarily know how to explain it. I like dark and brooding tones. I don't ever want my music to get too pretty. I like it to have an underlying rawness. Sugar coating on the top, evil underneath.” The music definitely has an edge, but it’s never overbearing, as if they adapted their sound from a subdued but anxious unease juxtaposed with their sunny, calm locale.
This song is from their most recent album, Autumn of the Seraphs, which I really love through and through. The band’s been around since 1998 and has released five full albums and eight EPs since then. They are supposed to be out with a new one this year. I bet it's going to be good.
Subbing for Eden.mp3
Petals falling from the engine.
Can you see the number?
Can you trace the name?
Sifting through you trash.
A piece of ancient history.
A ballad of an old one.